AN: Hey guys! I'm back again! So soon right? Well I wanted to add another chapter instead of just leaving the intro there. So here you go.

Chapter Two: Secrets

I sat outside the Dean's office waiting until she was done with whatever student that was inside. I gave a nod to the secretary at the desk. I wish I could tell you this was the first time I've been up here, but that's not the life I'm living. Like I said before, I am a trouble maker, but I am always justified with what I do.

The door opened up and a tall, chubby kid with a mohawk came out followed by a blond woman, "Next time think before you damage school property, Kong." She turned and saw me sitting, "Ms. Drew, why are you up her for the fourth time this year? It's only October."

"I can't seem to stay out of trouble."

"Get in here," she took a step back so I could get through. I sat in the seat and read her metal name plate.

"Ms. Carol Danvers. Dean."

Next to it was a picture of her much younger in the Air Force next to a jet, "What did you do this time, Jessica?"

"I threw a notebook at Flash Thompson's head then said he was an asshole to the teacher."

Ms. Danvers tried to be serious, but couldn't help but laugh, "A notebook really?" I nodded, "Why not a dictionary while you're at it?"

"I thought about it."

She chuckled. Ms. Danvers was never really strict with me. She's always been friendly. She was young and beautiful probably mid to late twenties, how on earth did she get a job here for four years if she just laughs off what I do? Maybe because she knew Flash was a bully and I didn't like them.

Her tone did get a little more serious, "Come on though, why'd you do it? Did he say something mean to Gwen?"

"He tripped this kid, Peter Parker."

"The one that has a stack of Tardy passes?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "I didn't know you were friends with him."

"I'm not. To be honest, I just noticed he existed today."

"All these bullies," she said, "They won't mean a thing one day because High School is only for four years in your lifetime. It's less than a hair thickness to what's really a head of you," she rolled her eyes at how lame school was, "After this year, I'm outta this place and on to better things I could do with my time and so will you. So don't get stuck here, Jessica."

"Thanks," I slightly smiled.

Carol sighed, "Well, I am going to have to give you detention. Do you want to so it today or tomorrow?"

"Can I not do it at all?" Ms. Danvers shook her head, "Now, now, you did throw a textbook."

"Notebook."

"Whatever," Ms. Danvers shrugged. I sighed, "Let's do it today so I can get it over with."

"Spoken like a true soldier," she typed my name in the computer, "Now, don't you have a test or something that you want to avoid?"

"Yes," I said a little confused.

"Then go avoid it elsewhere. I have to go to give detention to another kid," she stood up and handed me the slip back to class, "Send in the next kid."

"See you around, Ms. Danvers," I said shutting the door.

I looked and saw a freshmen student looking nervous that he was here, "Ask her about the Air Force, she'll go easy on you after," I told him. The kid looked up and smiled at me, "Thanks."

I walked around the hallways and looked at the club photos. I saw Gwen in her Debate Team photo. She tried to get me to join, but I respectfully declined.

"Do you wanna join the Debate Team?"

"No..."

"Okay."

Peter took this picture, and all the other club photos. Jesus, is he the only photographer here? I shook my head and continued to walk down the hall back to Calculus.

The bell rung when I got here, flooding the halls with students. Gwen was one of the first out and she quickly hurried to me, "Did you get in big trouble?"

I shrugged, "I got detention, but I didn't get a "be a better person" lecture. You know how Danvers is." Gwen nodded, "I'm just glad you haven't gotten suspended or expelled in the past years."

"Hey, this school can't get rid of me that easily. I'm trying though." We walked into our Biology II class. Only other person I know here other than Gwen is Harry, but I never do talk to him, "If you left this school, who's gonna throw a textbook at Flash?"

"Notebook! Why is everyone getting that wrong? They are making the situation much worse than it actually is. This is how the game telephone works! Next rumor you'll hear is that I threw my backpack or an English book at him."

Gwen started to laugh when we got to our lab stations, "I swear when you explain things it's funnier then it needs to be."

"You thought I was being funny?" I took out a piece of paper. The board read "Genes". Gwen leaned to me, "You know you don't have to do all this fighting and throwing things."

"I can't help it. I don't like bullies."

She smiled, "You're starting to sound like Captain Steve Rogers from our history books."

I smiled at probably the nicest compliment I've gotten all year. When the bell rung my teacher, Mr. McDonald, came to the board, "Open the books to page one thirty-eight."

When I opened it I saw the classic DNA strand as the opening picture for the chapter, "Today and tomorrow we will be learning about where you come from. We will learn why you look the way you look, act the way you act, think the way you think."

Gwen whispered in my ear, "Maybe we can find out your hatred of people."

"We will learn why you are you and will always be you. It is said that everything we will ever do or achieve is written in our genes already."

I thought on that. Why am I the way I am. I wish I could be like Gwen, she knows exactly where she comes from. There's just a lot of mystery to piece together who I am as a person. My mom's not a lot of help. I felt my hands stick to the table's surface.

Crap.

I will let you in on a little secret though. Ever since I was three years old, I could stick to walls. Like a spider. Yeah, uh-huh. I can climb up walls, be upside down on a ceiling like that annoying spider in the corner of your room right now. I'm just kidding about that spider in the corner of your room... he's under your bed.

This may be a shock to you right now and you're probably thinking, "Hold on. Where did this superpower non sense come from?" Well, I'm not going to come right out and tell you I can climb walls. I had to trust you first.

Anyway, that's not all I can do. I'm immune toxins and radiations, so drugs have no have no effect on me. I'm also rather more agile, faster, and some what stronger than the average human. Now don't go and tell me I should join some sports team, no way. Not happening. All of my high school life I have avoided that because of the things I can do. I can't keep control of my powers sometimes, they go nuts!

The only person who knows of this is my mother and father. I remembered I'd try to ask my mom about these powers and all she would say was, "You were born that way."

I know that wasn't the entire truth. There was more to it than that. Why she is hiding it, I don't know.

As I sat here with my hands sticking to the table, I attempted to focus. My paper was blank and there was like ten notes I had to write down. I started to get frustrated about these stupid random episodes.

Mr. McDonald came to me when he saw how my face was panicking. "Jessica are you okay? You haven't written anything down," Gwen looked to me and made a confused face. I looked to her and my hands released the table.

I let out a few breaths, "I'm okay. Can I go to the restroom to wash my face?"

Mr. McDonald nodded, "Sure, just come back."

I got up and went to push my back against the door. I did not want my hands touching anything.

When I was almost to the restrooms I saw Flash walk out of the boy's room and looked right at me, "Hey, Book Chucker."

Not now.

He came up to me and pushed me against the wall. I clutched up my fists so they wouldn't stick to him, that would be the last thing I need!

"You got a mean throw there. It hurt a little."

"Next time I'll throw harder," I threatened. I didn't like the look he was giving me. It seemed lustful, "Nice hoodie. I like red," My face got confused.

I glanced down at this old thing. I have literally wore it everyday since freshmen year and no one says a thing about it unless-

I went to look back up at him but his eyes were looking down my pale yellow tank top.

Oh no.

Okay, remember when I was talking about powers? Well, I have another one, but this is one I never like telling anyone about, so feel lucky! I give off this pheromone, it can make men love me or fear me. For women, it just makes them uncomfortable. Puberty was a bitch with this.

Remember when I said that my powers goes nuts? Well, this one is the most annoying when it is. You're saying, "How is that annoying, that's a cool superpower?" Well, I can't control how far it goes, who I want it to go to, how long I want it to last, it just spreads like gas. Controlling someone is the least heroic thing to do. And it feels like peeing.

Flash started to lean toward my face so he could kiss me, "Gross!"

I shoved him away with my fists, "Get away from me!" I squeezed by him, "In a few minutes you'll regret everything!" I opened up the restroom door and went to the sink.

I filled my hands up with water and splashed my face. I should have stayed home today. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed and just laid there with Miles. He's lucky he gets to do nothing all day, act cute and be dumb when I come home. I wish I could be cute and dumb for one day like my cat. I let out a breath calming myself. I headed back to class once I was fine.

When sat down Gwen asked me, "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm Jessica," I smirked. I looked at her and her face was concerned, "I'm fine."

"Do you need to see the nurse? Or counselor?"

"No, I'm fine. Just teenage girl problems," the room was quite when I said that making everything awkward for me. I picked up my pen and started to write down notes.

AN: So thank you for reading, your thoughts are welcome. On an unrelated note, do any of you like Walking Dead? If so you can check out my fic on that on my page or look up "The Sound of Silence.

Any way talk to you guys later.